father
he left a scar i couldn't see
i let the razor leave scars that would always be
bleeding out the pain he left inside of me
tears come often,i believe they're cleansing me
the nightmares aren't real,but they take a toll on me
reaching for guidance,a way out of hell
without drinking or cutting can i ever heal?
i let the razor leave scars that would always be
bleeding out the pain he left inside of me
tears come often,i believe they're cleansing me
the nightmares aren't real,but they take a toll on me
reaching for guidance,a way out of hell
without drinking or cutting can i ever heal?
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